A city is not a singular entity but a strange constellation of elements out in the open and stories lurking beneath- Nata da’s days of glory may be over; but he knows, remembers, and murmurs—“I got two wings that you can’t see. I fly all the time… I fly to Chaltabagan, Alipur Central Jail, and instead of silencing the jailer with a 'Shut up you sonofabitch!' I go to the gardener for a little chat.” Seen through the lenses of an old ruffian, this story is a memoir, an earnest testimony of unheard voices of strange lovers, wimpy leaders, street loonies, abandoned children, unloved women, and the lost colonies all islanding in the one timeless city of Kolkata.
Translator: Kathakali Jana
Cover Design: Subinoy Das
Cover Design: Subinoy Das
ISBN: 978-81-966900-6-9
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